Hello!

And welcome to the corner of DIY and Vine, Twin Cities, Minnesota.

We’ve had our 1922 bungalow for over a decade. Our mission was to find and fix up a house in good structural condition and more or less its original floorplan. My fearless husband (“the Kev”) is so handy it’s scary (former blacksmith, I kid you not), and I was brought up by resourceful folks whom I firmly believe had kids mainly to staff the deadman.* If we don’t know how to do something, we figure it out (with some bumps and a fair bit of swearing along the way). We’re both hard-to-intimidate, stubborn cheapskates who believe in sweat equity. But even given all that . . . we really thought we’d be done by now.

So I’m trying to embrace the journey, usually with good success. In recent years, though, I realized that people—even people who don’t know me that well—make small talk by asking what we’re doing on the house lately. I decided I needed an outlet other than Random Unwilling People, and here we are.

* Kidding, Mom and Dad!